port mafia · banana fish · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · volatile temper · dazai nakahara · martial arts · fedora · criminal organization
The hotel room’s dim lamp casts long shadows across a single, neatly made bed. Chuuya freezes in the doorway, his fedora tilted low, blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the cramped space. He turns to you, jaw tight. "You’re sleeping on the floor."